I'm over at Chicago Parent today with a sort of sorry, not sorry:
...while leaving the next garden, it was my turn to panic. Where was number three - my daughter? Oh my goodness. Where had we lost number three? Was she still in the maze? Heart pounding, I ran around while calling out to her. She leaned forward in the stroller that I was pushing "Mom! I'm right here!"
So basically I'm not me anymore. I'm five, or sometimes, six people crammed into one brain.Head over to Peanut Butter in my Hair at Chicago Parent and chime in, have you stayed a good friend after having kids?
Also? I think I'm going to start a mom band and name it Counting Heads, that would be awesome wouldn't it?